Slampp RZJ had a strange name, and yet it utterly paled in comparison to the absurd situation he found himself in. A moment ago, he had been sitting in front of his desk, signing up for a mafia game on a neat site called f.ds. Now, he found himself sitting in a much smaller chair, with a much smaller body, surrounded by many more people, and facing his old teacher.
And worst of all, the subject was maths!
"So two s plus one t plus three equals fourteen, and two s minus one t plus five equals two. Now who can tell me..."
Slampp stood up, flabbergasted. He hated maths.
"What is all this?!" he snapped. His neighbor threw him an odd look.
His teacher's brow furrowed. "This, Slampp, is a lesson of maths in seventh grade, in the wonderful school Olmotos Pie, nineteen-hundred-and-"
Something behind Slampp's brow caught on fire. He hated forced exposition at least as much as maths.
"I know, ma'am, sorry for the interruption." He sat back down.
While he didn't know what it was that had thrown him nine years into the past, now at least he knew something else.
His teacher needed to die.
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